Hello Dearies! I am so happy to have this megathing finished.

First a big thank you for my artist r-yenoh and the L3Moon Studios who actually made an unbelievable project by turning my story into a visual novel! *-* [R-Yenoh ( www. .com), L3moon Studios ( ?rnrd=82432)]

You can download the novel here: post/117313019671/this-is-our-submission-for-the-opbigbang-event 3

Also thank you to my beta Bea., who corrected my lame english language and grammar! Without these people I would not have been able to do this!

Now, to the warnings: slight Dub-Con and Mindcontrol; Displays of going mad; Implicated Suicide; Interpretations of biblical passages (overall interpreted biblical stories); temporary character death

and now enjoy °u°

On the first day, He created heaven and earth.

On the last, He created humankind.

Always at His side was the Archangel Lucifer, with great mind and breath-taking beauty. Wherever Lucifer went, the light seemed to follow him, dance around him and shine down on him, illuminating him brighter than any angel could dream of.

He was Gods beloved one, His favorite angel.

But one day, God assembled the angels. He put Christ, His son, on the throne beside Him and declared that they would now both be equal in power – the judicative and the executive. He ordered the angels to bow down before His son as they bowed down before Him. As Lucifer bowed down, the seed of hatred, jealousy and the feeling of betrayal seeped into his heart.

Not able to understand why God would choose someone above him, Lucifer rebelled against his decision, stating that he would never again bow before Christ. And God, whom he thought of as being full of love towards His favorite angel, banished him and his fellow angels from heaven.

Alone, and with his wings torn apart along with his heart, Lucifer drowned in his hatred, which became the new source of his power. Driven by this power, he created hell to mourn the loss of everything he had once held dear – a place, only for himself and his fellow angels, who were from now on known as demons. Lucifer became their new king: the devil.

Hatred having killed even the last trace of love inside him, Lucifer started to despise God. When Christ died in his human form of "Jesus" and opened the gates of heaven for all human souls, he became furious. He walked upon God, telling Him that these souls were his, because how could God love these creatures which lied, stole and killed, but not love him, who had only spoken against Him? He accused Him of hypocrisy and falseness towards those who believed in Him.

God, who saw the hurt pride and the never-shed tears in the eyes of His once-favorite angel, spoke up. Humankind should decide themselves if they want to be forgiven in heaven or burn in hell, He said.

This started a constant gambling for souls between God and the Devil.

But who would believe in such biblical shit today?

אָמֵן

The sky above me was a clear blue, no clouds blocking the sunlight bathing my face. I wanted to reach out with my hand, to keep the rays from stinging my eyes, but my body didn't move.

Slowly my mind registered that nothing moved. Not the people running towards me nor the car next to me. Everything had stopped. Out of the corner of my eye I could see birds hanging in mid-air, wings spread out – but no flapping.

"Oh, I wouldn't try to do that."

The voice was deep, soothing. A face appeared in my field of vision: a man with white hair and sun-kissed skin loomed over me. I couldn't really see his face as it was hidden in the shadowy contrast to the sunlight behind his head.

"Who… are you…?" Was that my voice? I sounded like a fucking junkie after a bottle of jack, high-pitched and slurred.

"Oh, you don't know me, but I actually know you quite well. We've already had two encounters in the past, and let me say one thing…" his face became clearly visible; had someone turned off the sun? The sky seemed darker, but that must have been my Imagination.

Then, the world turned around. Something grabbed me and changed my position.

"… yes, better," the man said to me. I could see his arms withdraw from me. Everything felt like I was dreaming.

"Why does no-one move?" I asked him again. My voice was a bit stronger.

The man snickered. "Because this isn't the "real world" anymore. You are dead, my child. The first two times failed, but now you've accomplished it. Congratulations."

Dead… the word crept into me like the feeling of having eaten something spoiled. I was now able to look around properly. Even the drops of blood flying through the air had halted. And, on the ground before me, I could see my body, limbs spread out in weird angles, blood and bones tearing my clothes.

"I am dead…" I had to say it, to at least try to realize it.

"Yes, quietly. What you see around you is the last moment before your heart beat stopped. Or, let's say before that twelve-inch," he slapped his hand against the object piercing my heart, "thing was rammed in your body."

"And you are…?"

The man shrugged. "I guess you people would call me the Grim Reaper, but it's not exactly like that." He stood up, and I could feel my… whatever I was now, rising along with him. "In very simple terms, I am the entity of death. Or death himself. Something in between. Under us, some call themselves 'soulwanderers' or 'soulfellows.'"

I felt like I was floating towards him, and I could see his face now in full detail: white beard and long white hair were framing the face of an older man with scars and round glasses. His eyes were dark, but at the same time bright.

"So, to give you a rough idea, my name is Rayleigh, and I am the one who decides if you will be sent to heaven or to hell. Or neither, who knows."

"W- What?!"

"You heard me well, dear child. Come on, try to stand on your own. The first minutes as a soul are mostly weird, but we have kind of a long journey before us, and it isn't polite to drag you around behind me."

I felt the grip around me loosen, then I could sense the ground underneath me. I looked down and saw my feet touching it. It felt strange – no gravity, just my own will holding feet and ground together.

"Where are we going?" I asked Rayleigh.

"That, my dear child, is something only you know yourself." He grinned back. He took my hand in his and together we left the scene of my death.

Leaving behind my human life felt strange, but so did everything around me, and the questions I should've asked from the beginning all sounded worthless in my head. I only knew, that something new was beginning right now.

What it was, well… Rayleigh was right. Only I would know. And in order to know, I would have to find out.

"Show me everything."